Lyrics Hide The Wine (Live From Music City) - Carly Pearce

And then, I got sassy
There's really only three things, that you need to know
That are the three loves, in my life
One, country music
Two, my dog, June Jolene Pearce
And number three, red, freakin', wine!

Well, I heard that you were back, in town
Well, it's been a hot minute, since me and you, were hanging out
Oh, yeah, we had that crazy kind, of chemistry
Where you get burned, don't learn, don't care
Just reach for another match and gasoline

Well, knock, knock, here you come a-knockin', on my door
But you're gonna have to wait, on the porch

Better hide the wine, and get it gone
Oh, I better hide, every one of them records, that turn me on
(Lock 'em up, lock 'em up)
Turn up the lights, and kill the mood
Because baby, I just don't trust myself, with you
I better hide the wine, oh
Oh, I better hide the wine, yeah

Oh, knock, knock, here you come, a-knockin' on my door
But you're gonna have to wait another minute, on the porch
Oh, no, no, it's a dangerous thing
Pouring alcohol, on an old flame

Nashville
Say hi, to these five guys up on stage with me, tonight
I don't know if you saw our tour bus out back
But, um, we all live, on there
All of us, in one bus
All of them, all of my hair products
All of my shoes, all of my hair
Said, it's a lot of hair

And I always say, that they're the brothers, that I never had
And I'm the sister, that they never wanted
Over here, on the cajón and drums, y'all, say, "Hi", to Mike
Oh, he's gettin' a little fancy, I hear it
Then he quit

Over here, on the bass
I'm sure you saw him kind of dancing
Did you dance tonight a little?
Not as much, he usually twerks, he twerks on the bus
I've never seen somebody twerk, on a bus
While it's rollin' down the road, but he does it
Y'all, say, "Hi" to Phillip

Over here, on the fiddle and guitar and singing, and all of it
He's the best dressed, of the band
Even though I know I have them, in matching outfits
Y'all, say, "Hi" to John

And Nashville, you kind of got a very special treat tonight
I'm not sure, if you're aware, of this
But this guy over here, on the Dobro
He doesn't travel with us, and he's lucky for it
I know, he's thankful
But I feel kind of like, I've come up
In this country music world, with him

He is the Dobro and lap steel, on all my records
You hear him, on all kinds of records
But I claim as, claim him as, like, the first one
Yeah, he's like, "Mhm, whatever you wanna say"
The brother, that I truly never had
Y'all, say "Hi" to Josh on the Dobro
Mmm, so good

And last, but not least
How are you over there?
You're great? Great
On acoustic and electric and mandolin
And singing and all the things
Always, the best hats
I'm sorry, Mike
Y'all, say "Hi", to Nick

So Nashville, I have an idea
I'm not sure, but I think you know this song
Based on that, "Lock 'em up, lock 'em up"
So would you sing with me, really quick?
This last chorus, here we go
One, two, three

Hide the wine and get it gone
Oh, I better hide every one of them records that turn me on
(Lock 'em up, lock 'em up)
Turn up the lights and kill, the mood
Oh, because baby, I just don't trust myself, with you
I better hide the wine
Oh, I better hide the wine, yeah

Oh, knock, knock, here you come knockin', on my door
But you're gonna have to wait, another minute
Better hide the wine
Yeah, yeah, yeah